Chapter 1

Christian's POV

I was delivered to the world as a healthy baby boy. My mother said I was a mischievous one. I would make her stay awake all the time. But it was worth it. She smiled at me proudly, the love in her eyes is the proof of that. My dad is away at the time I was delivered. But he rushes to my mother's side afterward. He regrets that he couldn't be on my mom's side at the time.

I grow up to a cute little boy, she told me so. Bought a camera to snap my childhood photo. I must admit, I will say that I am cute as a toddler. Then the time for me to go to school has come. I made friends easily. But I was just a naive child back then, pure and innocent. You do know sometimes parents have fights right?

Well at that time I overheard them fight. I didn't really understand it. But as a child, I don't want my parents to fight. I enter their bedroom, looking meek, and call out to them. They did stop fighting, but dad ended up on the couch that night. The morning came and I was dropped by the school pretty early. Nobody is here except me. I parked my cute bottom on a wooden bench in front of the classroom and hummed my favorite song.

Suddenly, a teacher named Ms. Rosnia came up to me and asked me why I was here so early. I told them because my parents are fighting. She nods her head and gave me some reassurance. Then the kids began to trickle in. I played and talk to some of my friends. But I made a mistake that changes my life. I told a girl called Nathalie, she was a friend I considered as a good friend at that time. I told her about my parents, I asked her to keep it a secret. She promised she wouldn't.

I was relieved then. Something was lift off of my chest. I played and study as usual for the rest of the day. The next day, my friends are acting all weird. They hushed in a whisper, trying to avoid me. I was asking myself what happened? Maybe there is something on my face or maybe I forgot to zip up my pants. I touch my face to check if there is something and look down to inspect my pants. I found nothing was wrong with both things. Then I overheard one of my friends' hushed whisper. Something in the line of '...unwanted child' or something.

I was deliberately confused. What was happening? What are they talking about? My thoughts are cut off by the bell. I tried to study as normal, but it feels heavy. The atmosphere is heavy for me. Then came lunch. I usually sit with my friends, but I decided to sit alone this time. As I was eating, she came with a band of friends. She looked at me and sneered. "Eating alone? Why of course! You're unwanted anyway. Why wouldn't you be alone?"

She and her friends laughed at me. I scrunched up my face in confusion. What did she just say? Me? Unwanted? My thoughts are cut short again as she taunts me again. "Nobody wants you here. Why don't you just leave?" She jaunts. I was shocked to hear her words. Is this really happening? Why is she being so cruel to me? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?

"Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong to you?"

"Hahaha, you're kidding, right? Your existence is wrong. Your parents fight because of you. Because they don't want you. You are a mistake."

Apparently, she told everybody about my story and lies about it. She told everybody that I am an unwanted child and the cause of my parents' fight. I know that it wasn't the truth. But I can't stand up for myself at that time. So I was bullied, exiled by my own friends. I was all alone. Even if there's a group project, nobody wanted me. So I always asked my teacher if I can do it alone. I guess they took pity on me and let me do my projects alone.

I never told my parents about the problems at school. I just can't burden them with my problems. I just continue to ignore them, building myself a mask. I was successful. Everything was fake. My smile, my words, my action. Because deep down, I was considering whether their hurtful words are true or not. Though front, torn insides. That was my daily life. It keeps going until I got into middle school.

And it got worse. I was staying at my grandfather's house from my father's side for a month. My parents are at work at that time. My grandfather always forces his grandchildren to take a nap in the afternoon. I took a nap and woke up in the evening feeling feverish. I go outside of the room I'm staying in and go for the phone in the living room/kitchen. I dialed my mom since I was closer to her. I told her I'm feeling feverish.

She said she will be home by 4. I glanced at the clock above the telephone at saw it was 3 o'clock. I pace back to my room and wait. While waiting, I keep browsing the channel on the tv. Nothing piques my interest. I gave up and going back to the bed to lay down. As I lay myself down, the door to my room is being opened. My grandfather came in. I never liked my grandfather, because he is always mean to me. I don't think he liked me at all. Always mocking me and call me names.

I was confused when he entered my room. What the hell is he doing here? I thought. Suddenly he grabbed me by my wrist and hauled me up to my feet. I spluttered in shock. He told me to get to the bathroom. I was in shock to hear what he say. He sighed and dragged me to the bathroom. He started stripping me off my clothes when we arrived at the bathroom. He touches me roughly.

He then grabbed the showerhead and spray me with water. It was freezing! And it doesn't help at all when I was feeling feverish like this. I shivered at the coldness. But it seems like he doesn't care. He grabbed a bar of soap and started washing me, touching me a way that a grandfather shouldn't have. But I was started to get nauseous. My head was spinning. He even touches the place he shouldn't have, my dick and my butthole. It felt gross. By the time he was done, I really felt like puking.

I struggled to put on my clothes. And he left me just like that. I stumbled upon my bed and fall asleep. After a while, I hear the sound of my room being opened again. I have to fight to open my eyes, they felt like a deadweight. I saw my mom and my dad through the hazy fog. That night, my fever went through the roof. I can't move my body at all, it's so hot I feel like burning. I have to ask my mother to help me to the bathroom. And could it get any worse? The answer is yes.

Hendriksen came. He is my grandfather's friend. Same lecherous face, mocking tone, and a bastard. I puked in the toilet bowl. My mom rushes to me and calms me down. She brought me back to the bedroom. She went out again and I don't remember anything after that. I passed out. In the morning, I was getting better. My parents asked me what happened. I told her everything. Her face went red in rage.

She was seething. But I don't know why. I was so innocent back then, I have no idea about what happened to me. She stalks off to my grandfather's room, motioning dad to come with her. Dad smiled at me, saying everything is okay, and followed mom into the room. The next thing I know is the voice of my mom shouting in fury. I was still weak from the fever, so I continue to eat my breakfast in a slow manner. After I finished my meal, my mom went out of the room and told me "honey, we're moving out okay?" She smiled at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I just nod at her. Took a while to pack the bags, but we managed. My mom called the cab and we drive off to my grandma's house ( my grandma from my mother's side). And we live with her since then.